Yo whattup E? Yo whattup Starbuck, what's goin on?Yeah how you livin? Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup?Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's WACK man Yeah I know, say wordAll these MC's got diseases Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby MC's got delusions of grandeur and such {*brrrr, brrrrr!*}Yeah man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup[Eon]Now go make a record, and go rob a bankNow you got Cool see-itis to thankCopped that advance, but lost that checkMust be due to Alzheimer's onsetGo up in the label, when honies start feelin yaHobbes you better catch some A&R felia(?)And female rappers don't have a chanceNeed flow augmentation and mic implantsYo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead?Caught half-steppin cause she got a peg legShot your milk, she didn't swallow it?That's cause girl was lactose intolerantSmoke with E, you gonna have funOh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungsTry and spit, but nothin comes outBraindead MC's all got cotton mouth[Chorus: repeat 2X]This be a list of hip-hop's diseasesToo much ice gon' have shorty sneezinToo much 'dro will leave a kid wheezinHead's too big, stab you up for no reason[Eon]You with wifey dog, get a car from SonyaIt's likely you'll catch Nokia phobiaYou shiverin from ice, hold a mic deviceIt's most certainly some rappers frostbiteGo up in the club, in moderationCause online you be catchin Peter Geisha'n impatientHa ha, rollin trees, only got seedsMan's puffin crystals, green with envyRhymin for the loot, to get some massYou a prime candidate for a heart bypass (clear! clear!)You online, think you the dopestGeek caught a case of wack internet-a-tosisStartin rumors, check the tabloidsCaught a Blaze haze, maybe Source hemerrhoids (ouch)Wack on stage, with off-beat ailmentAt a show catch a microphone impalement[Chorus][Eon]Scrub your hands fifty times, and wash the smut odorObvious obsessive compulsive disorderUp I got downers, down I got uppersNow chuggin Pedia Sure for fuckin suppper (glug glug glug)Step to E, no microphone contestSoon learn about inferiority complexI'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix'til Mighty Mi deals me a dope remixNow I'll supply prescriptionsCome to the motherfuckin spot, if you havin wack visionsWriters block? Just can't flow?Hit you off with a double mic hydroYou goin gold if you got the patienceSon check in you got rap hallucinationsThe surgeon, wack MC's I carve upHip-Hop med school, Dr. Starbucks[Chorus]Yeah E, I don't knowI still don't think they knowSmut Peddlers, Cage, in the houseMighty Mi, in the houseYes indeed all the dirty people, in the houseYo, you better go get checkedGo to the clinic, cause you got somethinDon't say you got nothinCause we're all diseased, right